O Giver Of Speech, Of Wisdom Untold Poem by Mohammad Younus

O Giver of speech, of wisdom untold,
Expand my spirit, let truth unfold.
For darkness stretches far and wide,
And I, a lone traveler, wander inside.

The clamor of illusions weighs on my chest,
Yet storms of truth stir in my breast.
A river of visions, restless and free,
Yearning to flow to infinity's sea.

Untie the knots that silence my tongue,
Let my labor bear witness to grace unsung.
Let purpose and order in motion entwine,
That each step be prayer, each act divine.

Teach me the language the heart understands,
Where silence and speech walk hand in hand.
Where meanings flow without a chain,
And every word holds time's refrain.

Let not my speech be riddles obscure,
But clear as dawn on waters pure.
That truth may stand in Pharaoh's hall,
Unshaken, radiant, towering tall.

Make my voice a mirror bright,
To cut through doubt, to shine with light.
A beacon to guide the lost ashore,
A compass true forevermore.

Weave from my breath a tapestry grand,
Where each thread tells a tale unplanned.
Let my words become a garden wide,
Where wisdom roots, where insights bide.

For in the end, I do not speak,
But You, through me, in echoes deep.
A vessel I am for boundless grace,
A whisper of time, an endless trace.

And when my words shall fade away,
Let their essence, undimmed, still stay—
Like twilight's glow, a golden gleam,
Like a distant star's unbroken dream.

For even in silence, vast and deep,
The cosmos speaks, its secrets keep.

MyKoul